Post by Yoko on May 9, 2010 10:54:02 GMT -6
Lizardeye was not pleased. The two sets of trios had passed by a number of suitable places to train their apprentices because of hunting patrols or individual training sessions. The location Twistedclaw finally settled on, was far from dry and Dreampaw and Scorchclaw were also somewhere nearby. This was only more proof that ShadowClan was in need of more territory! And by his own will, they would have it soon.
The cold-eyed tabby leapt up a tree's roots, from where he could comfortably watch the training session.
Snaketail sighed. His long fur simply was not suitable for the amound of soft mud and water in the area. He was a ShadowClan cat through and through, but on days like this he wished he was better built for travelling the marsh. Keeping his tail aloft the muddy ground and his steps light he followed Twistedclaw.
This was an area in the apprentices's training that Snaketail and Lizardeye left almost entirely to him. No cat was surer of battle techniques and the strengths and weaknesses of a cat in battle than the small tabby. Snaketail honestly hoped that Honeypaw was up to this today.
THe tall tabby turned and noticed Lizardeye leap onto a tree's roots. Trees were few and far between in here, they were lucky to have one. Snaketail followed suit, looking himself over. He was mostly mud-free.
Twistedclaw moved forward, sure-footed and determined. He purposely splattered mud until it covered most of his short legs. He cared nothing for being dirty, and in fact knew of several instances in battle where being mud-covered would be an advantage. His eyes were glazed with desire to flex his muscles, to use his claws and teeth. He would whip these apprentices into shape.
He paused at the place, feeling it was perfect. Turning to face the apprentices with a wicked grin he mewed, "Today will mostly be sparring. I'm sure the three of you have noticed that this part of the territory is the largest area, and that it is not the ideal place to fight. Who can tell me why we are training here?"
The cold-eyed tabby leapt up a tree's roots, from where he could comfortably watch the training session.
Snaketail sighed. His long fur simply was not suitable for the amound of soft mud and water in the area. He was a ShadowClan cat through and through, but on days like this he wished he was better built for travelling the marsh. Keeping his tail aloft the muddy ground and his steps light he followed Twistedclaw.
This was an area in the apprentices's training that Snaketail and Lizardeye left almost entirely to him. No cat was surer of battle techniques and the strengths and weaknesses of a cat in battle than the small tabby. Snaketail honestly hoped that Honeypaw was up to this today.
THe tall tabby turned and noticed Lizardeye leap onto a tree's roots. Trees were few and far between in here, they were lucky to have one. Snaketail followed suit, looking himself over. He was mostly mud-free.
Twistedclaw moved forward, sure-footed and determined. He purposely splattered mud until it covered most of his short legs. He cared nothing for being dirty, and in fact knew of several instances in battle where being mud-covered would be an advantage. His eyes were glazed with desire to flex his muscles, to use his claws and teeth. He would whip these apprentices into shape.
He paused at the place, feeling it was perfect. Turning to face the apprentices with a wicked grin he mewed, "Today will mostly be sparring. I'm sure the three of you have noticed that this part of the territory is the largest area, and that it is not the ideal place to fight. Who can tell me why we are training here?"